I know who you are. My father told me stories about you. He talked about your hands-hands that created the world surrendered to cruel nails

I know who you are. My father told me stories about you. He talked about your hands- hands that created the world surrendered to cruel nails

Foolishness is not a lack of resources, it's the lack of wisdom.

Living on earth and expecting to be surrounded by angels?Sure recipe for a heartache!

If proof were the standard of truth, fallacies would constitute the ultimate reality.

He sat down. I sat down next to him. And after a silence, he spoke again. 'The stars are beautiful because of a flower you don't see...' I answered, 'Yes, of course.

I have never met a designer who was retained to keep things the same as they were

I have granted you much that you asked: and yet you never cease to ask of me. He who refuses nothing, Atticilla, will soon have nothing to refuse.

Do not say things. What you are stands over you the while, and thunders, so that I cannot hear what you say to the contrary.

People that had the guts to put their loyalty to the Constitution ahead of their loyalty to their political party were citizen legislators.

The chief beneficiary of life insurance policies for young, single people is the life insurance agent.